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Good point! I must say, though, that the idea of Jimin telling everyone to “listen carefully” and then instructing them to go clean their showers had me laughing out loud. 😂😂 Like damn, I know the bathroom is due for a cleaning, I don’t need you telling me! 😅

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A “half-bath” is a thing where you soak in a tub of hot water up to your waist with aromatherapy and sweat a little, then finish with a shower. A “futon” is a japanese word for bed/mattress. 

Jimin says skip the half-bath and just take a hot shower and jump under the covers to stay warm!!! Probably exactly what he did as soon as he got home.

OPERATION CUPID | ep. 2

ep. 1 | ep. 3 |

wc: 4.4k

tracklist: 'halley's comet' by billie eilish

tense and POV: present and 3rd person

OPERATION CUPID Classified Excerpts

Jimin holds his phone at head-level and poses for what appears to be a selfie amidst an empty diner.

He attempts for it to be discreet, something dismissible by Namjoon marching to and fro.

The tall and broad man is far too preoccupied with restocking to notice the camera lens purposefully aimed at his frame, over Jimin's shoulder. It's not unlike him to become so hyper-fixated on a task that he blurs the surroundings. His eye sight is healthy, but prone to tunnel-vision.

It's a slow day at Halley's - has been such for a number of weeks now. What normally would be Wednesdays, which passed on as slow as molasses with the arrival of two, five, ten (if lucky) clients, had now ulcerated into slow weekends.

To a company, there's nothing as frightening as a slow Friday evening.

False comforts could be summed up with the phrase "Snow Season is the Slow Season” which they would recite to one another in the stillness. An acknowledgement of the fleetingness of seasons. A promise for a better tomorrow, of hope for prosperity somewhere in the vast horizon.

And, like the old remedy of honey for a sore throat, it would do the trick. It would soothe their unease long enough for the skies to darken, which during the winter isn't long at all.

Only the hours of daylight have started to extend with each day that's strikethrough on the calendar hung up on the wall, the chill in the weather easing with grace. There hasn’t been snowfall in weeks. 

Economic discrepancies have started to become pervasive - like cracks on a ceiling letting in rain. Drips amassing to puddles on the tile floor.

They can be ignored and evaded until you misstep and slip, landing on your tailbone, forced to face the truth of the matter. To hold its weight in its entirety and try not to cave in under the gravity.

It’s not for a lack of trying. Namjoon is as analytical as he is determined, and there’s no one more appropriate to run the diner, but even with his creative solutions, progress is scarce. 

Even if he were to lay out and repurpose a hundred kitchen containers to catch the flood, the persistent dripping would continue to echo the unspoken worries. Enough to drive anybody mad with the promise of overflow, of nearing a point of no return, a snapping point.

Problems keep materializing out of thin air, new cracks being torn across the ceiling, water dripping less sporadically, more consistently. Namjoon's having a hard time keeping the tally, though he doesn't let it show past the long hours he subjects his body to.

He justifies the severe degree of self-sacrifice and self-discipline with the generalization that such is the life of a small business owner. His grandparents, when at their prime, had made it seem almost easy.

It's been rough attempting to fill in their shoes over the past couple of years. Namjoon can't get over the feeling that he's drowning all the time.

He wonders if it'll always feel like this. If there will ever come a point where he could recline with a long-held exhale of relief, long enough to take in the progress made before diving back to tune-up the fine details.

Norah, who is significantly more discreet than Jimin, disguises her phone with her half-opened hardcover book. Though, it should be said, that in preoccupying herself with the perfect cover-up, she’s neglected the fact that her phone is not muted.

She cringes at the click of a captured image, slides down her phone along the textured surface of page 122, to collect on her lap. Shrinks into herself and apologetically bows her head in Jimin’s direction. Today, she could be the sole reason the operation blows.

Making a quick adjustment in correction, she places pressure on the metal button along the frame of her phone. The device's vibration is muffled on her lap.

But it's too late to salvage the situation.

Namjoon's head is turned her way. His analytical gaze narrows on her figure.

She turns a page, making note she'll have to go back to actually read its contents much later, when her ears aren't burning, her mind not racing.

Momentarily peering up over the frame of the book, she realizes Namjoon's gaze has laxed and lifted to look over her figure. It then rounds across the diner, sliding swiftly over vacant tables and unclaimed stools.

He stalls over Jimin, who's drawing circles over the spotless surface of a table with a tattered rag. Admittedly, the rag's in poorer condition than the table.

Namjoon's eyes narrow for a second before he averts his attention back to the task at hand - attempting to open a shipment box without slicing his fingers with the carton-cutter blade.

Nearing closing time, upon completing inventory, Norah's loading a cardboard box into a crowded storage closet. A skinny, crammed little thing with enough shelves to be repurposed for climbing like a ladder.

Her hands slowly retract around the edges of the box. She gently and measuredly presses her weight against the better half that still protrudes off the shelf, thrusts her hips once, twice, until it it shoves into place with a sigh.

Once secured, she claps her hands to rid them of gathered dust and backsteps out of the closet, all the while, maintaining her gaze fixated on its silhouette, cautious and apprehensive.

Barely blinking, her brows furrow with worry as she imagines her efforts collapsing forward onto the tiles, the contents of the box exploding. Pictures how that single disturbance could potentially bring down the rest of the crowded shelves toppling over her.

She makes herself small under the imagined outcome, rounds her shoulders into a make-shift shield, just in case.

Though her backsteps are light and delicate, she clumsily collides with something solid.

The sudden contact causes her to flinch and further shrink in on herself. Her eyes, now, though squinted half-shut from the surprise, remain cast on the wobbly shelf. The snagged and rusted nails holding it together.

Repeatedly, mantra-like, she whispers, pleads "Stay, stay, stay..."

Suspecting she'd made an error in her stepping, but without turning to confirm, she glides her booted foot towards the right and gradually shifts her weight over it, continues to retreat, but again collides with an opposing force. It's no longer startling, more of a source of great frustration.

Her suspicion grows at the coincidence of striking the force once more, and that's when her mental focus on the shelf wanes long enough for her to grow aware of the characteristically animate warmth flanking her.

A warm breath makes itself known on her nape, the way morning mist hovers glass blades during dawn. Only less graceful. It sputters.

Hurriedly, she swivels to find Jimin dissolving into a snicker, cheeks flushed rosy, the way she would envision a mischievous cherub. Love incarnate.

In this intimate proximity, her focus starts to blur. She no longer holds the image of the toppling shelves center focus, rather it obscures and falls out of frame. Replacing it are his lips, plump, round, bottom-favoring, which her gaze sporadically flutters back and forth from.

With a face commanded with startle, brows rounded and raised, eyes widened, she retreats back into the closet she'd originally been trying to escape from.

Contrarily, Jimin encroaches. He's fluid and swift, as he always is. The way he makes any interaction into choreography, contemporary lyricism. While she's solid and stiff like stone, he can't bear to be more opposite.

It seems a bit contradictory, but water holds a natural power over stone. With enough exposure, it starts to erode, to cave, to part.

Norah's frightened he's too similar to water. Too fluid. That she's eroding under his influence. It sends alarms blaring loudly within her. Abort. Flee. Escape.

Jimin lightly places a graze on her torso, in a way that's meant to reassure, and comfort, and somehow gauge a response all at once.

His gaze dances between her wide eyes, further gauging as he shuts the door behind him, albeit with a lack of gentleness compared to the way he holds her.

Norah flinches as though the slam physically hurts her when its brunt echo rattles the shelves immediately behind her and distresses dormant dust above.

It falls over her like snow.

Briefly, Jimin becomes captivated by the sight. The flurry specks dancing in the cone of light of the single bulb hanging overhead. Cascading and collecting on the top of her head.

Her round watchful eyes cast upwards at him.

The absolute privacy offered by the space. The knowledge that he'd only need to take one stride forward to be flushed against her.

It's brief, the moment, abruptly interrupted by the croak of her voice "What are you doing here?"

He clears his throat, moment gone, and digs something out of the pocket of his black apron.

An envelope.

"I did something bad."

"What? How bad?"

"It depends," he shrugs slowly, not very convincing of his innocence in the matter. Really resembles a turtle secluding into its hard shell. He wouldn't feel the need to hide if he didn't doubt his character in the moment. If he didn't suspect a scolding. "From some perspectives, it's bad, from others it's good. So I guess it depends on how you look at it."

"And, just what perspectives are those?"

"Bad-" The envelope tucked between his arm and torso, he mimics the plates of a weight-scale, cupping air in both hands on either side. He tips their height as he speaks. "- for the Namjoon that's self-sufficient and oblivious to our plan. Good - for the Namjoon who secretly wants - needs - help but can't bring himself to ask."

She holds out her hands expectantly. Attempts to assess the damage.

He places the envelope in her hold. Its face sports elegant cursive. A flower-pattern stamp on its upper corner. Exudes an aroma of lilies and something sweet like pastries. Its hem has been cleanly sliced through.

Hurriedly, as if their minutes of privacy are counted, she unfolds a letter through the cleanly sliced margin atop the envelope. Her eyes race across the page. "This is bad, Jimin."

"It's bad?" He braces a hand on his hip, feeling the sudden-onset of queasiness with the knife of guilt twisting further into his gut. "So bad-bad? As in bad from all perspectives?"

She nods, but continues to skim the writing.

"Ah, shit." He rakes his other hand through his hair, tossing it out of his sight and coming it back. "I only stepped into his office for the keys to lock the back door. I caught sight of it. My hands were on it before I could will myself against it. I couldn't put it back down, tormented with curiosity."

"Well, you should've." Concluded, she folds the letter back on its creases, stuffs it back into the snug envelope.

"That's when I heard him approach, so I panicked. When he opened the door, I stuffed it into my pocket - pure instinct - so that he wouldn't see me holding it and suspect something."

He means to pace, but the space is limited. Instead, he braces both arms against a shelf. Needs to feel reminded of something sturdy, stable, lest he hurl.

"I meant to return it, I really did. The longer I held it, I just couldn't help but think how useful it could be to know what's inside. A means to ensure both ends of communication coincide. To make sure the staged Namjoon social media discussions aren't mentioned in the letters. To...to...-" He's stammering for justifications but falling short. "Knowing what sort of things they talk about could make our play of him more like the real thing, right?"

Norah shuts her eyes and hangs her head, arms limp by her sides. "You have to dispose of it. He can never find out." She hates to rob Namjoon of the contents he likely never got to read. Hates to make this a ripped page of their love-story.

"But, why?" He turns to face her. "I could just shove it beneath the stack he keeps atop his desk."

"Namjoon rarely sponsors the impractical." Her eyes flutter open. She traces the sliced margin for punctuation. "He uses his nimble fingers to slice through his envelopes. He's haphazard, like that. Thinks it more genuine, more lived. Thinks it impractical to invest in a piece of metal whose sole purpose is to slice paper, only to misplace it when he knows he could just pop a kitchen drawer open and find the same thing, or use his fingers."

"He might not notice," he's dubious to her argument. "He's got enough things on his mind to not notice."

"Do you really want to take the chance?"

He resumes his squared position against the shelf. Feels a dense lump materialize in his throat. Tries to swallow it back, expecting the nausea to wane.

Norah voices his conscience, "We are playing with hearts here. Are you sure you want to continue?"

She can voice her loud opinion all she wants in a bid to sway him towards a desirable response, but she doesn't. She vows to be his willing accomplice.

The thing is that Jimin is more similar to Namjoon than either care to recognize. They are both over-workers with too much piled over their plates to notice the grapes that roll off the edges, bouncing on the floor by their dashing feet.

Jimin wants to find Namjoon someone to lean on.

Norah wants to be that for Jimin. It's not a spoken thing. Frankly, it might not even be that obvious to Norah herself. She just finds herself tangled up with him in the self-made chaos. Finds it good reason enough for it to be for him.

"I mean good, Nor. I really do."

"I know you do. It's just a dangerous game we’re playing. I want you to be conscious of that."

"I am."

As a consequence of being a college drop-out, who stayed complacent in his small hometown, and knocked up the first girl he ever developed feelings for, Jimin juggles two jobs on the regular, a means to an end, to adjoin paychecks with the demands of life.

He'd juggle three if sleep weren't collecting interest, indebting him at an exponential rate.

The kind of fatigue that has no decency in waiting until your face collides with the cool pillow at night. The kind that commands and gets what its due whenever, wherever, however.

Mondays through Thursdays he works at Halley's, then rushes home to spend quality time with his daughter, run groceries, comply with the daily upkeep of home and its chores.

On the weekends, when he gets off Halley's - around 5 PM - he boards the public shuttle to bartend at a local bar. That bar shift runs until midnight, sometimes later, depending on the need for coverage, and the willingness to sacrifice a couple hours of sleep for a healthy tip.

Tonight, he's heavy with fatigue, sleep debt compounded in his brain, slowing the traffic of thoughts, comprehension. Still, he doesn't let it show past the obvious taxes on his physique - sunken dark circles beneath the eyes, small capillaries angered against their whites.

He sighs, "Hey," mirroring Norah's greeting from across the apartment. Locks the door behind him with a symphony of clicks and strolls her way in a practiced sequence.

In a way that resembles a paper being folded by the grooves and creases into origami, the edges of his mouth fold into a kind, but tired smile. The kind of paper that's been folded enough times to near tearing at the next crease.

Norah's hands are steady and delicate, as is her tone. "Tired?"

"I'm ok." He always says that, though, and always drifts into deep sleep right next to her on the couch, laptop still laid on his lap.

"Should we call it a day? We can always raincheck."

"It's nothing a shower can't fix." He shakes his head, hair stirring over dim eyes. A sudden yawn commands his mouth.

Unfolding her legs and draping them over the edge of couch, she starts up. "I'll start whipping something up to keep us awake."

As she clicks the switch of the kitchen lights, and bathes in the sudden flash of illuminance, she hears the thud of Jimin's knees against the wood floor accompanied with a long-drawn sigh, "My baby Byeol."

He flushes the bridge of his nose against the plump cheek of the baby. Inhales the untarnished scent of youth, of purity, of her hypoallergenic bodywash.

He realizes he'd been wrong earlier.

A shower wouldn't fix anything, but this, this little creature could dismiss all the ache in his joints, lax all the tension held in his muscles.

"You finish that set of monarch earrings?" Jimin tosses a towel over his head, grips at the frayed ends on his nape, on his forehead, extracting excess moisture. The excited drops splatter onto the collar of his sweatshirt.

Norah lays Byeol into her crib. Combs the silky, floss-like hair at the top of her head. Grabs a baby monitor radio from the adjacent nightstand.

"Most of it-" she bites a yawn." Only need to take pictures and edit them for upload."

A sudden pop emanates from his knees as soon as Jimin crouches by the coffee table of his living room. The wooden face of it is superimposed by clutter - Byeol’s enrichment toys, baby bottles, two different sets of binkies, unopened mail, uncategorized purchase receipts and jewelry beads. 

Norah joins him, resting her weight on knees that will quickly grow sore. Starts picking at the clutter, shrinking it item by item, starting with her jewelry-making kit. 

The click of the colored bead collapsing into its plastic compartment resounds through the quiet space. It grows dense, shies away from echoing, the more beads are added. 

Jimin tears an envelope and is reminded of the day’s earlier events. Of prying open the private exchanges of Namjoon and his pen-pal girl. Parallels, only he’s not as ginger with his water bill as he was with his friend’s heart. Instead of slicing it thinly with a blade, he digs one finger into the cleft on the edge and rips haphazardly, mentally guessing how high it’ll be this month. 

He’s got his brows creased into a pinch that resembles the one at the collar of his laundered shirt. He’d always ensure to prioritize keeping up with laundry, the same could not be said about folding and sorting the laundry. Too much like Sisyphus's burden. Instead, he’d let the laundry pile on the drying racks. 

They’d be stale and stiff by the time he got around to claiming them. But at least they no longer reeked. 

Lips into a robust pout, his eyes skim the content of the letter. Quickly, urgently, not bothering to hone in on the formal headers. They land on the end of the page resolutely. He holds the amount in his vision for a second, two, shuts his eyes with the raise of his brows, and folds down the letter like an accordion. Insert it back into its envelope. 

His figure is cast in the indiscreet yellow light from the ceiling fixation. It pours over him like honey. Its shadows casted onto the sunken spaces of his under eyes.There’s a flurry of freckles over the bridge of his nose. Partly from age, partly from the sun, and partly genetic in origin. 

Though tired, his hands are steady while collecting and assorting beads. Helping her with the burden.

They huddle up on the couch once things are assorted into semi-coherent piles on the coffee table.

Norah made iced lattes to power through. From prior experience, she knows the high will only last until about 3:30 AM, which isn't too far off. So if they want to make any progress on this Namjoon operation, they have to hone in focus. Short bursts of significant productivity.

It's hard to, though, when sleep seems so much more enticing. When Jimin's warmly pressed into her side. When all she wants is to rest her head on his shoulder and let her eyelids droop.

Moisture clings to the pads of Jimin's stubby fingers from having held his drink. He mindlessly wipes them onto his shirt. Resumes impatiently pressing keys on the old laptop, attempting to start it up from the depths of inactivity.

Its every inch is covered with stickers and logos accumulated through the years. Within ten minutes, it starts to burn Jimin's lap.

He positions a cushion beneath it to remedy the problem, just as the loading circle disappears and the screen finally illuminates with the home screen.

Opening a search engine, he navigates to Instagram. Namjoon's new social profile. He'd hurl if he came to know, having been against the capitalist agenda shoved down throats by brands and trends there.

Ironically, he's a part of that capitalist economy. Makes a living off convincing people to purchase his (food) service. But he'd argue he's in the business of selling an experience, of cultivating memories, not in the greedy selling of an overpriced product.

Maybe the diner would be better off if he would only bend down, comply with the trends of the modern day, learn the language of the 21st century.

"But that's exactly what I want to gift people," he'd say, caught in the passion of his mission, eyes glassed over and distant. "Nostalgia. Pre-internet innocence. The antiquity of a used book in your hands, the texture of the stained parchment. The raw sound of a record on a turntable. The crackle of the jukebox as soon as the coin descends into its slot. Something they can only experience and live, not fabricate on their phones."

As the puppet masters, Jimin and Norah's jobs are to funnel the connection between Namjoon and his mystery girl. Act like catalysts for something that's been building at a a snail's pace over the course of months through letters. Though romantic, indirect and impractical, so Jimin views it.

He'd attempt to establish a connection with mystery girl via direct messages. Arrange for a date where her only job is to show up. Namjoon would be there, oblivious. He hasn't quite figured out the specifics of it like how exactly he'd manage to declaw Namjoon from his busy schedule long enough to take time for himself, for being idle, for exploring the town. Or how he'd keep him from turning around after catching on to the situation.

"We'll cross that bridge once we get there."

"What do we do tonight, then?" Norah sips her drink. Places it back on the ring of moisture on the coffee table. It's starting to take effect. A heat unfurling and holding in her chest, quickening her pulse. Thoughts materializing in her mind faster than she can keep track of the streams of reason.

"We start uploading the pictures we've taken of him. Make his profile believable. But not all at once because then it would seem too much like a spam account."

"This may sound entirely evil and conniving, but what if we upload a quote from the book they mentioned in the letter you tore-"

He gawks.

"You know what you did," she scolds him with a stern look that makes him shift his attention back onto the screen.

"For someone who holds herself on a high moral horse, you sure seem experienced. Hidden mastermind in there, huh?"

"Respecting your friend's privacy is not high morality. It's basic knowledge." She flicks his forehead with her middle finger.

"Alright!" he throws his head back against the couch. It rebounds lightly against the cushion. He'll never live that down. "I fucked up. I shouldn't have even stepped into the office. I should have left the back door open for anyone to sneak in."

Baby Byeol's fast asleep on the monitor propped up on the table across from the couch. Chest rising and falling in a steady but swift pace. Tiny little set of lungs working hard through the night.

The coffee is now more parts water than caffeine or milk. The contents diluted by melted ice. They'd meant to finish it, just as they'd meant to upload at least two posts, but their eyelids had grown leaden with slumber.

Norah had spiraled down a rabbit hole on the internet trying to find the perfect book quote to caption the first post.

Jimin's wrist had grown sore flexed over the keyboard. His lap had become sensitive to the heat of the cushion and the ancient machine. He'd repositioned it onto the seat beside him and their necks started to hurt instead.

Now it's possibly the darkest hour of night. The pitch-black stillness caught between dusk and dawn. Not a single sound of the activity of civilization making itself known, not even a stray car whirring outside the front windows.

Only the soft breath of Jimin on Norah's cheek.

Dimming the brightness on her phone, she confirms the time she'd suspected. Attempts to stir out of his hold without interrupting his sleep. She has to her benefit the fact that he's a deep sleeper, and that sleep's collecting its debt.

Just as she thinks she's about to get away, slip out the front door with the swiftness of a night-cloaked thief, there comes a gentle tug at her wrist.

"Stay," Jimin's voice croaks, all groggy and thick with rest. "It's too dark. Too late. Sleep here."

"That will be the third night this week. I need to visit home. Shower."

He stirs, propping his weight onto his elbow to make sure he doesn't let his eyes drift shut before he convinces her to stay. Sure, this conversation might seem hazy like a dream, ambiguous as to whether its real, but he won't take the risk of her leaving so late. "There's a bathroom here. Steal clothes from my closet. Just stay. Home will be there tomorrow."

Something in her stirs. Something about this exchange makes her think otherwise.

Home's here.

Home's him.

"Fine." She drops her bag from her shoulder.

Jimin smiles, eyes closed.

Slides off the couch. Sleep-drunk, he stumbles down the corridor leading to his bedroom. Norah follows.

He takes the opportunity to lean down and check on Byeol. An angel cast in the moonglow streaking in through the windows.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ i'm not entirely convinced with the last third of this chapter. might come back later and change alot of it but for now it is this or nothing.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ if you're a oth girly, and if you care to know, i realize jimin and norah's actions are reminiscent of brooke setting peyton up on lustfactor in S2 and i think it's hilarious that oth is bleeding into my subconscious from how much i rewatch it

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ shoutout to that clever army that once pointed out how jimin was made out of love and not a quick nut. sista, you were speaking facts!

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ the ode to jimin continues >>

Always preach what chimchim said 💗

He’s too perfect, my heart-

@BTS_twt: meeting armys that i’ve so so missed in 2 years again, it was such a meaningful day. thank you sincerely for waiting for us and thank you and thank you. i love you army 💜

(trans cr: miiniyoongs)

All’s Fair in Love and War [p.jm oneshot]

Summary:  Jimin, a demon who came fresh out of the depths of the underworld was causing too much havoc in less than two weeks of his arrival. Y/n, being the best of the best in the Angel Realm, was sent down to stop him from continuing his streak of chaos. Will Jimin end up proving to be the only thing that can make the great Y/n weak?

Note:  I wrote this a while ago already and it's unedited so like don't come at me for my grammar mistakes and what not.

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Trigger Warning: Contains Grammar Mistakes, Swearing/Degrading Language, Purposeful False Biblical Terminology, Mentions of Suicide, and Suggestive Language.

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[Jimin's POV]

I slowly opened my eyes and I realized my desires were finally being fulfilled. After thousands of years of diligently working my ass off, I was finally promoted to the Earth Realm. Here my job would be to spread mischief and persuade gullible humans to give into their darkest desires. This is one of the most desirable jobs a demon such as myself could have since we can actually have fun messing around with humans who have yet to be truly corrupted.

Scanning my surroundings, I noticed that I was laying on a bed in a luxurious looking room. I do not fully understand the concept of how the basic human essentials are already set out for us when we arrive on earth. Still, the situation doesn't phase me all that much. I look for some kind of mirror. Anticipation filled my body as I couldn't wait to see my human form.

Ravishing. Stunning. Princely. Sexy.

Upon walking inside of the (rather large) bathroom, I am awestruck at my own looks. I was arguably the most dashing human out there... looking past the fact that I wasn't actually a human being of course. Well it was finally time to go out and subtly yet efficiently cause as much chaos as I could. I took one last glance in the mirror, smirked, and made my way out into the city's fine streets.

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[Two Weeks After Initial Arrival On Earth]

I walked out of the bar with a bitch glued to either arm. I smirked victoriously as my presence alone caused the rest of the foolish men back there to release their violent emotions and act out foolishly.  A bar fight broke out and someone was bound to end up dead or in the hospital. It was so easy to get humans to give into their deepest desires. All I have to do is be around them and my aura alone is enough to make them destroy themselves.

After just two weeks, I already aided in the corruption of over 4000 souls. This city was pretty big and had people coming and going all day everyday, which meant that I had a seemingly unlimited amount of prey to choose from.

Corrupting girls? Even easier than men. My looks did all the hard work for me for the most part. They practically threw themselves onto me, always pleading me to take anything they had to offer to me. Usually their offerings consisted of their bodies and sexual favors, which I gladly accepted. If I'm gonna be here for awhile I might as well have some fun, no? Of course it was against the rules for demons force anyone to do anything that would corrupt their souls, but persuading them was a piece of cake anyways so that didn't really matter.

The current whores that followed me out of the bar tonight were both slightly tipsy after having just two shots of some alcoholic beverage I didn't care to save in my memory bank; however, they were still sober enough to make the decision that they wanted to follow me home.

I got in my car and waited patiently for the two girls to do the same. However, unexpectedly, a random girl who I've never seen before opened the passenger door instead and sat in the passenger's seat.

"And who might you be pretty lady? Also, where are the other girls who were just outside with me?" I inquired with a raised brow.

"People usually think of me as a beautiful dream, but in your case I'm probably your worst nightmare. About the girls... let's just say they decided to call it a night and go home," the suspicious girl replied coyly.

"So you're just gonna follow me home then? Because I don't do drop offs. I'm not an Uber." Skepticism etched in my voice. She nodded not looking me in the eyes. I decided to just start the car and drive back to my place without questioning her further.

Many things felt off about this girl but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. One of the main things was that I could sense that she hadn't had any alcoholic scents that could be identified by me; however, there was more to it than that. Whatever this girl's intentions were I'd figure it out soon enough. For now at least I can try to corrupt this girl's soul. Her soul radiated more innocent, positive energy than any of the humans I have come across so far. I was both intrigued and excited as I just knew her soul would be satisfying to eat, plus her face was quite pleasing to look at. Her physique was almost too delicate for me to ravish and ruin. Almost. She was indeed attractive to me, which was surprising considering the fact that most mortals were very ugly to me and did not meet my high beauty standards that would make me deem them attractive.

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As we entered my expensive apartment, she walked inside with caution and took in her surroundings all at once. She looked at me expectantly as if waiting for me to do or say something. I decided to go for the f-boy vibe because she seems like the type of person who goes for those kinds of guys.

"Park Jimin. That's the name you're gonna wanna remember for tonight's more festive activities, if you know what I mean. And your name, princess?" I smirked at her as I believed my charms were starting to melt her unamused exterior. However that satisfaction was short-lived as the next thing I knew I was blacking out. I tried to fight the sleepiness washing over my body as long as I could.

"The name's Y/n, sweetheart. We're gonna get along just fine as long as you stop being a nuisance and purposefully tempting those poor humans to commit level 2 and level 3 sins," she said while smiling genuinely at me. Who or what was this bitch? Whatever it was, it definitely wasn't human that's for sure. These thoughts were the last ones that infiltrated my mind right before I completely passed out.

-

[3rd Person POV]

Y/n's smile faltered as she was now faced with the challenge of finding his room along with some clothes to sleep in. Eventually she stumbled upon his room and was able to drag Jimin's body up onto the large king sized bed that was located smack in the middle of it. She heaved as he was a bit heavy for her to have to carry all the way up the stairs and into the room located at the very end of the long hall.

She showered then made her way to the sizeable walk-in closet in the room and picked out one of the demon's comfortable oversized shirts to wear. She found his undergarment drawer and put on one of his boxers over her own underwear to wear as shorts under the large shirt. Being an angel stationed down on earth actually came with less material perks than being a demon in the human world.

Afterwards she found herself wandering around and trying to get an understanding on the situation so she could plan out how she was going to stop Jimin from causing any more trouble on earth than he already has.

Usually when demons were sent to cause mischief, they would corrupt a few souls for a couple of days but then a "guardian angel" would be sent to them to guide them back to where they came from. In Jimin's case, he was really good at blending in with the humans and he was corrupting so many people so quickly that it was hard to identify that he in fact was the demon that was creating a headache for the higher ups in Heaven. As soon as they found out his location, they sent Y/n down to deal with him as she was one of the most competent Angels they had. Her job was to stall him long enough for his connection to the earth realm to be severed to the point where she could easily take away the essence keeping his human form alive and ultimately force him back under where he belongs. The less amount of souls demons consume, the weaker their connection to earth is.

Y/n ended up falling sleeping right next to Jimin on the bed as she wanted to keep him nearby incase he tried to flea the house when he woke up the next morning.

-

[Next Morning]

Jimin's captivating, slender eyes fluttered open slowly as they slowly adjusted to the extreme amount of light in the room. Usually he left the lights off and the curtains closed and he slept throughout the day as he always stayed up late into the A.M..

'Why did I wake up so early? Why are the blinds open? What happened last night? The last thing I remember was bringing that girl home and that's it.'  His mind was spinning as he attempted to recall last night's events.

Jimin soon became all too aware of the pair of arms that was hugging him along with the girl that the arms were attached to. She was snuggling up next to him and the weirdest thing was that she was staring right at him the entire time.

Seeing the girl wearing his clothing, he automatically assumed what must've went down the previous night and gave her a half smile.

"Last night was so fun babygirl-" Jimin started to say before she busted out in fits of laughter.

"You're so funny Jimin-shi. As soon as we got here you knocked out. Don't you remember?" Y/n said while looking at him curiously.

Jimin's face was priceless as he was confused and desperately trying to piece together the events of last night still. He then realized that it was true what Y/n said as he felt her peaceful innocent soul still very much intact and not corrupted. Oh how badly he wanted to corrupt her seemingly perfect soul.

After a good 5 minutes of trying to remember, Y/n got bored and laid her head on Jimin's chest as he only had one pillow (which he was still occupying). However, as soon as she did that Jimin finally remembered her last words to him.

Jimin violently removed Y/n's hands from his waist, pinning them above her head as he hovered over her.

"What are you, and what do you want from me?" his morning voice came out ragged and his words were laced with sharp venom. Y/n couldn't help but laugh even more at his attempt to fluster and intimidate her. Her nonchalant behavior infuriated Jimin a bit but he was taken by surprise as Y/n switched their positions with ease. Now she was the one keeping his arms hostage above his head while hovering over him.

"That's no way to greet your valued guests in the morning Jimin-shi. Still, I guess I'll give you a pass since of course you wouldn't know how to have good hospitality seeing as how you aren't even human. As for the answers you seek, I will tell you over breakfast. C'mon babes follow me," she said lightheartedly.

Jimin was a bit flustered himself but he wasn't about to show the odd girl that. He found his composure and followed Y/n to the kitchen. She had already took out some typical breakfast ingredients from his refrigerator and heated up the stove.

He began cautiously helping Y/n make a simple breakfast and began chopping up some vegetables to try and get the food done faster. They worked together surprisingly well even though both of them did not say a single word to one another. After the food was cooked to perfection, Y/n turned off the stove and started carefully placing food upon two identical white porcelain plates. When she turned around to see if Jimin set up the table she found herself trapped yet again between Jimin's arms.

"You better answer my questions now my little Firefly. Before I lose my shit and kill you. I'm pretty sure that you are not human as well, and anything outside of the mortal realm is free game," Jimin threatened her seriously as he was getting irritated and impatient with the entire situation.

Y/n just smiled at him, patted his head, then made her way out of his grasp and to the table. Jimin rolled his eyes and sat directly across the table from her. Y/n motioned her hands signaling Jimin to start eating. Halfway through eating Y/n finally decided to speak up.

"For starters, I am an angel; your guardian angel to be exact. By now you should already understand what the purpose of my being here is. Also, you can try your hardest Jimin-shi, but you won't ever be able to kill me or rid yourself of me for the remainder of your time on earth. Speaking of which, it might take at least a month or two for your connection to earth to be weak enough for me to send you back; therefore, you should look forward to spending a lot of time here with me," Y/n nodded in affirmation as she was sure she had answered all his basic questions. Now it was Jimin's turn to laugh out of turn.

'She was an angel this whole time? Shit... no wonder why her soul was so extremely pure. Now everything makes sense. Still though, who does this bitch think she is? Little Firefly was talking nonsense as if I can't just ditch her and continue onwards with my evil bidding' - Jimin thought to himself.

"Whatever Firefly. I'm leaving to go do what I do best, wreak havoc and chaos. If you even try to stop me, I won't hesitate to snap your neck," Jimin made his way to the door but struggled as he realized the door wouldn't budge no matter how hard he tugged at it.

"Now Jimin-shi you know I can't allow you to do that," Y/n's voice was purposefully high pitched and annoying as she looked at him with big eyes. Jimin got so annoyed and fed up with her innocent yet sarcastic attitude so he went up to her and put hid hands around her neck. He could feel the vibrations of her vocal chords as she giggled a little. "That tickles Jimin-shi. Go ahead and squeeze. You can't actually hurt me anyways, it's impossible," she snickered.

Jimin squeezed as hard as he could but to no avail as his hands just wouldn't close in around her neck. 'Nothing is impossible, especially for me. If I can't physically harm you Firefly, then I'll find another way' - Jimin scoffed and rolled his eyes. He removed his hands from her neck letting Y/n win the battle this time; however, the war was far from over.

-

[Y/n's POV]

A few days later, Jimin had seemed to almost get used to the idea of having me around. He used to spend many hours locked up in his room sulking but then out of nowhere he began to smile at me more and he tried spending a little more time with me. Nothing to extreme at first; however, after another week and a half he began to have movie marathons with me, sing karaoke with me, play K-pop random dance challenges with me, cook with and for me, etc. I started to get a little comfortable around him as well. Of course I knew better than to trust him fully as he was still a demon after all.

"Firefly whatcha doin'? Do you wanna come learn this new dance I just made? I made it specifically for two people," he said with a hint of mischief in his voice. I just ruffled his fluffy hair and nodded. He proceeded to teach me his dance. It gave off a bit of a sensual vibe if I'm being honest, but I wasn't complaining because the way his body moved to the music was a literal masterpiece, a true work of art.

Soon there was partner work and we were interacting with each other through dance. We were telling an intense love story with just our movements alone, but the intensity that his gaze held made me a little flustered myself. Soon we finished the dance and we ended in a close pose where I could feel his heavy breathing on my face. We stayed in that pose for a little while just catching our breaths then he slowly brought his face even closer to mines.

I put a finger on his lips right before they could place themselves over my own. I then cupped one side of his face and stared deeply into his eyes trying to analyze his actions. "What are you trying to do here, Jimin-shi?" I asked in a quiet voice.

"Firefly I don't even know what I'm doing. You make me wanna do weird things. You make me want to hug you all the time, kiss you without hesitation, and overall just be a better person," Jimin said with his eyes closed. Being the great lie detector that I was, I was taken aback as Jimin sounded so sincere.

"Jimin... uhm I don't know what to say," was all I could let out as I was confused. Was it even possible for a demon to fall in love? Could an angel and a demon even have any type of relationship after going back to where they came from?

"Say you'll be mines for the rest of our limited time on earth?" Jimin asked softly, eyes full of hope and what seemed to be love. I don't know what came over me but I just nodded my head in approval and smiled lightly as he hugged me tightly. I felt his heartbeat going crazy and it somewhat gave me comfort knowing the affect I had on him. Things sure have changed a lot between us since I first arrived here.

-

[Two Weeks Later]

Jimin and I were intently watching Netflix whilst cuddling on his comfortable couch. My head rested upon his chest like the first night I arrived. Suddenly a question erupted in my brain that I should have thought of weeks ago. I began asking my question with a shaky voice, "Minnie, what exactly do you like about me?"

"Aww my little Firefly there nothing I don't like about you. You have beautiful eyes, your hair is always a little messy but it somehow perfectly shapes your face, you are an amazing dancer, you have a great sense of humor, you are sassy, and lastly... you genuinely care about me. Nobody's ever cared about me and looked after me like you have been for the past few weeks. You are the literal definition of perfection. The reasons as to why I like you are endless babygirl," his words filled with straight adoration.

I hugged him tighter and stretched my neck in order to peck his cheeks. "Hey c'mon now that's not a proper kiss," Jimin whined, pouting and cutely pointed to his lips. Gosh how is this demon such a cutie pie?!  I tried to give him a quick peck on his lips but he sensed my actions and quickly grabbed the back of my head to keep me in place. His soft, plump doll-like lips slowly pressed against my medium ones once again and he snaked his hands down to my waist and kept them there as he was very aware of the boundaries I set for us.

Our make out session was sweet and gentle for a few minutes, but then Jimin started giving me butterfly kisses down to my neck. I was wondering what he was up to because this was new to me. Before he could go any further with his actions, I slightly pulled myself away from him.

"Haha Jimin what were you doing? That tickles," I smiled at him.

"I was just expressing my feelings for you. Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable, Firefly?" Jimin asked. I shook my head quickly and his worried expression softened and was replaced with one of relief. I felt bad for ruining the lovey-dovey mood that was there a few moments ago so I decided to be bold and express my feelings to him as well. I left a few light kisses on his neck as well and then settling back into his soothing embrace to finish the Netflix show we were watching.

-

[3rd Person's POV]

After the movie was over Jimin saw that Y/n had fallen asleep. He sighed and carried her to their now shared bedroom and neatly tucked her in.

"Oh you poor thing. Falling for the charms of a demon. You actually believe I'm in love with you? It's actually a bit funny when you think about just how gullible you are, my precious Firefly. You think I want to spend the rest of my earthly life on here with you as my lover, when in reality I want nothing more than to part from your annoying being entirely. I'm slowly but surely corrupting your soul and once you give yourself to me, I'll finally be strong enough to break free from your forcefield that traps me in this apartment with you," Jimin stated half-heartedly. He felt a bit dejected saying these empty words that he didn't even mean while Y/n is in an unconscious state.

-

At the beginning of Y/n's arrival, Jimin had been researching ways to escape from the grasp of his guardian angel. The only way that came up was if he was somehow able to corrupt his guardian angel, then the heavens would punish them and strip them of their "Guardian Angel" title. He didn't know what else the punishment entailed; however, at the time he did not care at all. The easiest way he knew he could corrupt a female was through his power of seduction.

Jimin had it all planned it out from the beginning. He would slowly make Y/n put her guard down around him, confess his "feelings" to her, get her to fall for him, and eventually his demonic charms would lure Y/n into giving her innocence to him.  Not only would Y/n's soul be tainted from committing such sinful acts, but she would also be punished for allowing herself to get distracted by feeble humanly desires and allowing Jimin to get away. His plan wasn't foolproof, but it was the best shot he had at being able to stay on earth.

Luckily for him, Y/n somehow fell right into his trap and began to trust him like a fool. However, unluckily for him, something not according to the plan ended up happening. He slowly began to develop feelings for Y/n as well. He tried his best to push his feelings for Y/n to the back of his mind all because of his selfishness, and also due to the fact that it was too late to back out of his plan now that he was already so close to succeeding in exploiting the poor unsuspecting angel in his life.

-

"Jimin you make me so happy. I can't explain it. Just making eye contact with you makes me feel so safe. When I'm in your arms, I feel like I'm home. I- I think... no I know that this has to be more than me liking you. Minnie, I love you," Y/n explained her feelings to Jimin after preparing a nice, fancy dinner for the both of them.

Jimin's face was void of emotion. 'Oh my... she finally said that she loves me. I should be happy that now I am so close to finally getting rid of her once and for all.'

Now that her feelings were out in the open, Jimin should've been overflowing with satisfaction and happiness; however, all he could feel was guilt and irritation for some reason unknown to himself. Maybe he didn't truly despise her presence and want her to leave him after all?

Jimin's irritation and guilt was not pleasant for him so he decided to just push the final phase of his plan into action immediately. He harshly grabbed Y/n and kissed her sloppily. Y/n was caught off guard as the kiss was different from every other time he ever kissed her before. Jimin let his hands roam Y/n's body freely and when he squeezed her ass she quietly moaned into the kiss.

"I love you too, Firefly," Jimin lied straight through his perfect teeth. He then picked her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he took her into the bedroom. There he slowly but surely pushed the innocent firefly so deep into the flames of corruption as he showered her with false affirmations and empty promises that he would protect her after everything was all said and done.

-

[Y/n's POV: The Next Moring]

I slowly opened my eyes and felt as if I were still dreaming. I felt this odd heaviness in my chest that I couldn't explain. Still , when the scene of Jimin and myself being so intimate and actually coming together as one replayed itself in my head, I decided to pass off that heaviness as exhaustion. I smiled and turned over to see if Jimin was still asleep or not. He wasn't there like I expected him to be; however, there was a letter on his pillow that was sealed off by a firefly symbol. Is this a love letter for me? Park Jimin, you romantic little demon... I opened the letter and began overlooking it's contents.

-

To my dearest Firefly,

By the time you're reading this I'll probably be long gone. Don't bother looking for me because by now I'm sure the "heavens" are finding a suitable punishment for you since you allowed me to escape out into the world while still being under your supervision. Oh how gullible you were to trust me enough to give away the only thing that kept yourself stronger than me. I'm talking about your pure soul, of course. Without it you are as weak as a mere human compared to me. Thank you for gifting your innocence to me in such a pleasing manner by the way. Last night definitely proved that your body and soul was worth the wait and effort. In case you haven't noticed by now, I've never loved you or even liked you. Hopefully this was a nice lesson for you so that the next time you are assigned a job like this, you aren't so foolish. Don't be too harsh on yourself for making such a big mistake though, as I'm sure you are aware that... all's fair in love and war ;)

Goodbye forever, Your Precious Minnie

-

I was beyond hurt. Words could not describe the pain that ripped through my chest as the tears flooded down my face and my sobs got caught in my throat. So that's why there was such a heavy feeling in my chest. My soul was without a doubt corrupted and I just let it happen. I don't know when I became such a fool. I've never had this problem in my entire life, but for some reason I just let my guard down a lot for him. He who tore my heart out of my body and ran away with it as soon as he got the chance.

I was such a lovesick puppy who craved for the type of love and validation he was showing me for the past few weeks. Even though it turned out to all be fake I couldn't help but to still care about Jimin. I don't even know how I expected to stay with him after his connection to earth weakened enough, or how he would defend our love against all odds... but I guess somewhere in my unfocused mine, I had hope that he planned everything all out in his head already. I guess I was right in a way. He did plan something out, it just wasn't a way to save our relationship to one another. Rather it was a way to completely destroy both me and the relationship altogether.

Now all I could do was to wait for the Heavens to send someone to notify me of the price I would pay for this grave mistake. I wasn't human, so simply atoning for my sins wouldn't be nearly enough to be forgiven. I laid in the large, empty bed miserable and hating my entire existence at this point.

I was starting to doze off after some hours passed when a loud booming voice startled me awake.

"Guardian Angel, Kim Y/n, the Heavens require your presence immediately in regards to your shortcomings which has lead to the escape of the infamous Demon, Park Jimin."

As soon as the voice finished talking I found myself teleported to the place in Heaven where punishments for (Guardian) Angels and other mythical creatures took place. There was no one in sight; however, I knew I was being observed and was about to be sentenced to an appropriate punishment for my sins.

Suddenly visuals of my time spent with Jimin on earth pop up and a voice echoed in my head pointing out my every mistake. "Kim Y/n, you are being judged on the grounds of having and giving into earthly human desires; as well as for allowing a highly dangerous demon to slip past your supervision and back out into the world," the voice said loud and clear. "Earthly desires such as love and lust have been detected and seen as you allowed your soul to be tainted by Park Jimin. As this is the case, you can no longer be an angel as angels' souls must be entirely pure. Seeing as we are all knowing, we can inform you that after giving into lust, you will be blessed with a life that will evidently grow inside your womb. Due to this, we deem the appropriate punishment for you is to be demoted to a human being. Your soul will forever hold the mark of that demon and your future child could also possibly be affected by your past mistakes; however, we will provide you with the basic necessities in order to start off your life in the earth realm. Once you are put back onto earth, all of your memories will be erased and you will no longer be able to remember your time as an angel."

D-did that voice just say I'm pregnant with Jimin's child!? No no no no... this can't be happening-

-

[3rd Person POV - Six years later: Earth Realm, Busan]

Jimin was suffering for the past 6 years. After he corrupted and left Y/n alone all those years ago he didn't feel like himself. Not only did he begin to feel extremely guilty because of the nasty letter he wrote Y/n, but he missed her. The love that he had for her, which was suppressed for quite some time, took over his mind the minute he left the apartment. He wanted to go back to Y/n then and there, but he was too embarrassed and ashamed of himself to. He knew he needed to reflect and come back with something that made him worthy of Y/n's love. After spending the entire day researching ways they could stay together on earth and love each other unconditionally, he found nothing. Jimin was about to give up when he convinced himself to look at one more book. This book was the jackpot as he found out that demons and angels that infiltrate one another's souls, end up splitting the pure and corruption of both souls half and half. This meant that Jimin may have tainted Y/n's soul, but her own purity had caused his evil soul to become half-pure as well. Ultimately, both of their souls became almost identical to the kinds of souls that humans were automatically born into this world with. The intertwining of a demon's and angel's souls would cause them to be bonded to one another for all eternity and they would be offered the opportunity to live out the rest of their lives as humans together if they accepted one another's love.

As soon as Jimin found this out he dashed back to the apartment to declare his love for Y/n and explain everything to her. When he finally reached the apartment it was, of course, too late as Y/n was no where to be found. Jimin quickly came to the realization that Y/n was probably already getting assigned her punishment as he intended for her to be from the beginning, and ever since then he despised himself completely. He stayed on earth not being able to corrupt a soul, nor being able to go back to where he came from. Maybe this was his karma for what he did to Y/n, maybe not. He didn't know at the time, so he just suffered for the first couple of years stuck on earth.

Eventually Jimin tried to live a mundane life, getting a job like a real human being, paying bills like a real human, all the while getting tortured by the memories he had of the worst mistake he ever made... breaking Y/n's heart.

-

Jimin was walking through a park that was on his way home from his part-time job when he passed by a lady with an adorable son. Jimin wasn't paying attention too much to their faces; however, right as they passed him up he recognized her.

Hurriedly grabbing hold of the lady's arm Jimin's desperate voice croaked, "Y-Y/n?" He had a look of disbelief on his face as he asked her a question. "Firefly, is it really you?" Y/n nodded her head slowly.

"My name is Y/n, but I don't believe I know you. Sir, let go of my arm before I call the cops," she said in a strong voice. She thought of him as a random stranger who was acting suspiciously, and she was not trying to allow her sweet little Byung-Chul to be in harms way.

"It's me, Jimin. Minnie. Your Precious Minnie. Don't tell me you have forgotten me... that's impossible, right?" Jimin desperately searched her face to see if he could find any kind of recognition of him in her beautiful features that haven't changed even a tiny bit, but to no avail. His attention was then drawn to the little boy who was tugging at his mother's shirt.

"Momma, go home. I want to go home now. Pleaseee," Byung-Chul whined cutely.

"Momma? Y/n, whose kid is this? He can't be yours right? Who's the father? What happened to you six years ago?" Jimin demanded.

Y/n was scared but also intrigued by the stranger as nobody in Busan seemed to know of her existence before six years ago. Thinking that this stranger might've possibly known her from before she lost her memories, she answered his questions saying that the child was indeed her own, the father was unknown to her, and she had lost all her memories somehow six years prior.

Jimin took a guess at the events that could've happened and then realized that the child was his. He began instantly crying and explaining everything from the beginning to Y/n. After finishing explaining his best assumption as to what happened to her after he had abandoned her, Y/n slapped him. It wasn't because she remembered what happened or because she was sad that he was the reason why she had suffered so much and lost her memory. She slapped him because she thought he was absolutely, batshit insane.

"You have one hell of an imagination Mr. Park, but you better stay away from me and my kid or else I'll kill you myself you sick fuck," Y/n said in an intimidating voice.

That's when Jimin felt the most deflated he's ever felt before. He had just gotten Y/n back in his life, but at the same time she wanted nothing to do with him since she didn't even remember him and she thought he was crazy now. His heart felt the same crushing sensation that Y/n's did when she initially found out about Jimin's betrayal back when she was his Guardian Angel. Even though he wanted to see his love at least one more time, the irony of the way she left him without hesitation as he once did to her was too much for him to bear. The only thing Jimin wanted now was to crawl back to the depths of Hell where he belonged so that he could torture himself and burn for the rest of eternity as he (felt he) deserved to. He was so desperate and the only possible way he could think of  to make his last desire happen was to off himself once and for all, so he did.  

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